At Madame Tussaud's

Frederick George Scott 1861 (Montreal, Quebec) – 1944 (Quebec City, Quebec)



I STOOD in that strange show, the other day,
    On Baker Street, where all the famous men,
    Fair dames, and murderers come to life again,
With clockwork breast and face of mimic clay,
To scare the young. Thrice in the long display,
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    Blundering, I thought wax flesh, then, with surprise
    At being deceived, I turned with cautious eyes
And took for wax all those that thronged my way.
So in this age, methinks, when in the light
    Of fuller knowledge, forms that men have reared
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        And worshipped turn to dust, too hasty youths,
Shunning the whirlpool jaws of credulous sight,
    Rush towards a Scylla far more to be feared,
        And take for shadows all too living truths.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Frederick George Scott

Frederick George Scott was a Canadian poet and author, known as the Poet of the Laurentians. He is sometimes associated with Canada's Confederation Poets, a group that included Charles G. D. Roberts, Bliss Carman, Archibald Lampman, and Duncan Campbell Scott. Scott published 13 books of Christian and patriotic poetry. Scott was a British imperialist who wrote many hymns to the British Empire—eulogizing his country's roles in the Boer Wars and World War I. Many of his poems use the natural world symbolically to convey deeper spiritual meaning. Frederick George Scott was the father of poet F. R. Scott. more…

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